Perfect Two

Cheng Xirong also found it strange.Before he said it was a nightmare, Fu Zhou understood it first.It seemed as if he got into his own head, looked at the memory just now, and then came to comfort himself.

very familiar.He knows himself well, every detail of himself.

This scene is quite hypocritical.Cheng Xirong thought that he was wearing a teenage face, but the inside was actually a dozen years older than Fu Zhou, and it was all erased.He rubbed his head like this, as if he were really a child.

And I also accept such concern.

Cheng Xirong raised his hand, rubbed his face, and let out a long breath.It's really getting better and better.Is this a good thing or a bad thing?After all, it can be a little humbling to adapt to the behavioral and psychological patterns of teenage boys.

As a result, even this embarrassing way is closer to young people.

Just take it as a good thing.This kind of experience is hard-won, and not everyone can experience it once.

Fu Zhou withdrew his hand, and after Cheng Xirong put it down, he said, "Is it better?"

Cheng Xirong thought it was funny: "Don't you ask me what I dreamed about?"

"Ask for a sweet dream." What is not said is that you should never recall a nightmare.

Cheng Xirong yawned a little, and looked at Fu Zhou wearily: "So you reject negative energy? You don't even want to hear it?"

Fu Zhou: "...Get out of the car."

The car was parked outside a park, surrounded by silence, no one was there.Cheng Xirong followed Fu Zhou for a while, and couldn't help but ask, "Is this place abandoned?"

"Well. It was said two years ago that a central square would be built, but for some reason the construction has not started."

"The surrounding supporting facilities can't keep up. It's not a commercial center and there are few residents. The government's planning itself has problems, and it's normal to stop work."

Fu Zhou stopped and looked sideways at the people around him.

Cheng Xirong stopped, not understanding the meaning of Fu Zhou's gaze: "What's wrong?"

"You know quite well."

Cheng Xirong: "... Isn't this a very simple matter? What do you think the boys are talking about in the dormitory? Of course they will mention everything."

Fu Zhou started walking again: "Well, that's right."

When encountering his ambiguous appearance, Cheng Xirong felt guilty from the bottom of his heart, not knowing what he was thinking.There is always a feeling of being exposed, but often any excuse or reason can be diverted.In the end, I don't know if Fu Zhou had doubts in his heart.

Cheng Xirong held his breath, changed the subject after following up, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

It seems that there is no direction, just walking back and forth, wherever you want.Cheng Xirong felt that Fu Zhou probably came here to relax.But there are too many places to relax, so I drove for an hour to such a deserted place...

Fortunately, it is daytime.At night, Cheng Xirong would suspect that something was wrong with Fu Zhou.

Hearing Cheng Xirong's question, Fu Zhou said, "Just to see."

It really is……

Cheng Xirong asked, "What are you looking at?"

Fu Zhou hesitated for a while, and finally admitted: "The script is a bit stuck, I want to find my feeling."

The two found a long stone bench, wiped it with a tissue, and sat down.Cheng Xirong listened to Fu Zhou halfway through, only to realize that his revisions to the script were much bigger than he imagined—the emotional core had changed.

At first, I thought it was just a change of the protagonist, and the corresponding female supporting role was brought up, and both sides added roles.As a result, even at this time, Fu Zhou still refused to give up the protagonist Yang Xiulin in the first edition.

Cheng Xirong: "Why are you so obsessed..."

Fu Zhou didn't speak.

Cheng Xirong was still puzzled: "What are you thinking? You plan to let the male protagonist of the first edition have a relationship with the male protagonist of this edition? What about the female protagonist? Where do you put it?"

Fu Zhou sighed lightly: "I'm a little at a loss."

Cheng Xirong couldn't help cursing: "I'm at a loss! The protagonist is determined. The rest should be a male lead, a female lead, or not at all. Is it hard to choose?"

Then there was an eerie silence.

Cheng Xirong: "...No way, this is really difficult for you?"

Fu Zhou bit his lower lip, thought for a while before saying, "I have liked men since I was a child."

Wait... what direction is this going?Want to start dissecting yourself?With a shocked expression on Cheng Xirong's face, he clearly expressed the message "I don't want to hear about your past".But there is no way, it may be that this place is too desolate, reflecting Fu Zhou's psychological state.It may also be that Fu Zhou's emotions have reached a state of saturation, so he still wants to talk.

"It started when I was very young. However, whether it is life or study, I have always been the same as others. It wasn't until I started writing this book that I realized that some things are still different."

What's the difference?Cheng Xirong was still at a loss.He himself likes men, and every time he reads the script, he doesn't think there is anything strange about it.

Fu Zhou murmured: "Art can reflect a person's most fundamental thoughts in the process of expressing, presenting or retelling. "Wu Zhu" basically had zero negative reviews, but there were actually different voices when it was broadcast. Some people As I mentioned, female characters are kind of... hacked. Can you say that? Personally, I respect women. But..."

Cheng Xirong frowned, a little unhappy.

Fu Zhou turned his head to take a look, and hurriedly explained: "It's not black, it's... an emotional narrative, it's always a bit weird and unnatural. The interaction between characters is blunt. Someone mentioned it at the time, but that drama was too popular Well, the praise was completely one-sided, and those voices were quickly suppressed. In addition, the actresses are all very good, and their performances have been added, which covers up the problems in the script."

Cheng Xirong asked: "What do you want to express? You were abused by women in your childhood, so now you reject women?"

Fu Zhou: "...you speak well."

Cheng Xirong's face was still not good-looking: "Is it the original sin to like men? Do you have to find the root cause? And then find someone else?"

Fu Zhou rubbed his temples with a headache. Just as his fingertips touched it, he retracted it irritably: "I don't have such a meaning."

"Then what do you want to say!? Is it special to like the same sex? You have to distinguish it in art, and you are different from ordinary people. I really don't understand. Are you proud or inferior?"

Fu Zhou pursed his lips, breathing gradually heavy.

Cheng Xirong continued: "It's good that art can reflect a person's quality. There are specific formulas for solving math problems that everyone can use, and the answers are similar. But when it comes to art, everyone feels differently. There is also a difference in smell. When it is internally digested and then fed back to the output, it completely represents a personal style. However, this is the difference between individuals, not between groups.”

After a pause, Cheng Xirong said: "Your problem is only your own problem, not the problem of this group."

Before the words finished, Fu Zhou stood up suddenly, without pausing for a second, turned and left.

Cheng Xirong: "..."

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